Jiang Wanxia was sitting on the steps outside with her knees hugged. If Ji Fangshu hadn't seen her before, she wouldn't have recognized her in this position.
She and Wen Xin stood nearby and watched for a few seconds, and Jiang Wanxia soon discovered them.
He was stunned at first, then quickly stood up, pinching the seam of his pants, feeling a little embarrassed, "Captain Ji, Teacher Wenxin, why are you here?"
She could hide it when she was sitting, but when she stood up, her red eyes and tear-stained cheeks were clearly visible.
"I remember you, Comrade Jiang Wanxia. You dance very well."
Ji Fangshu put on a caring attitude, "What's wrong with you? If you've been wronged, don't hide away and cry secretly, speak out."
Jiang Wanxia's tears, which were hard to hold back, burst into tears after hearing Ji Fangshu's compliment.
Besides being really sad, there were more thoughts that suddenly arose in my mind.
He used a little effort to achieve a great result, vaguely expressing the feelings, blurring his own motives and emphasizing the pain of not being able to perform on stage.
"You mean, you are no longer qualified to perform in the military district this time?" Ji Fangshu looked surprised.
Jiang Wanxia nodded.
Seeing this, Ji Fangshu and Wen Xin looked at each other.
What on earth is Su Wenzheng doing? Even the lead dancer of the cultural troupe is banned from going on stage. Does that mean they have completely given up on the grand military performance?
But looking at the way she is in the office, it really doesn't seem like that.
In a short period of time, Ji Fangshu thought a lot.
His eyes passed over Jiang Wanxia's tear-stained eyelashes, and thinking that she danced very well, he said, "You really want to perform on stage, so that's why you're crying?"
After receiving a positive answer, her tone became more gentle, "I've seen you dance, you dance very well, it would be a pity if you didn't perform on stage."
"What do you think of the Jiaoyang Dance Troupe?"
After she finished speaking, Jiang Wanxia quickly raised her head, her eyes full of disbelief.
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After Jiang Yuman came out of Captain Su’s office, she kept thinking about how to help Wei Qing.
It's unrealistic to give her the spiritual spring water to drink, but it's also a bit strange to apply the spiritual spring water directly on her wound.
Thinking about this, she was a little absent-minded when she returned home and opened the door during her lunch break.
"Yuman." Just as she opened the door and was about to go in, Bai Ping's voice came from behind her.
Jiang Yuman turned around and saw that the other person was holding a chipped enamel bowl in his hand. There was a strong smell of medicine in it.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing?"
Bai Ping explained: "Didn't you hurt your foot yesterday? I thought I had some medicinal wine at home, so I searched for a long time before I found it."
She smiled mysteriously, "This is what my dad left for me. There are a lot of things soaked in it. If you rub it, it will definitely be more effective than safflower oil!"
The two families share a courtyard wall, so any noise can be heard clearly.
Yesterday she accidentally heard Jiang Yuman and Fu Jingchen talking in the yard and knew that she was injured.
Bai Ping was a kind-hearted person. After finishing her work, she quickly went into the house to find medicinal wine. But there were too many things and I couldn’t find it after searching for a long time. I only saw it this morning.
Looking at the bowl of orange-red medicinal wine, Jiang Yuman, who was confused just now, suddenly understood.
Wang Qie Bai Ping's eyes were full of gratitude, "Sister-in-law, thank you so much."
"What are you thanking me for?" Bai Ping waved her hand nonchalantly. "We are all neighbors. Why should we be so polite to each other?"
"Just trust me, this medicinal wine is very effective! You can rub it on the wound and drink some internally, but don't drink too much."
At the end, Bai Ping winked and said, "It's okay to give it to your husband."
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